part 1

\\ DANS POV //

ever since I met blair at five years old I knew instantly that there was something well, different about him compared to other guys. I didn't know what it was; his long, curly ginger hair his mother spiked up with too much Tesco value hair gel? Perhaps it was his light auburn eyes which changed colour in the pictures our patents took of the two of us, or maybe it was the way he laughed, loudly and freely with crinkles by his nose and eyes, and then the silent chuckles that came after. When we started primary school together, I knew that we could only be friends. If any of the other boys in school, or even blair found out about the way i felt about him, I'm sure my life would be a living hell, or similar. He had always been there for me when I needed him, always by my side every day. We were inseparable. One of the things I loved most about blair was the way he didn't care about what other people thought, wearing his long, curly, ginger hair in many different styles every day. Most of the time, he ended up almost mirroring a carrot, with his hair stuck up on the top of his head, and of course, all spiked up. Although I loved everything about him of course, I could never tell him. it would be the only secret I kept from Blair, from everyone. Nobody could know. But a few years later my little secret just became too much for me to keep under lock and key.